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Publisher: World Weaver Press – July 22, 2014
Publisher: World Weaver Press – July 22, 2014
Genre: Fantasy, Horror
Length: anthology, approx. 250 pages
Synopsis
Fairies have been both mischievous and malignant creatures throughout history. They've dwelt in forests, collected teeth or crafted shoes. Fae is full of stories that honor that rich history while exploring new and interesting takes on the fair folk from castles to computer technologies and modern midwifing, the Old World to Indianapolis.
Fae covers a vast swath of the fairy story spectrum, making the old new and exploring lush settings with beautiful prose and complex characters. Enjoy the familiar feeling of a good old-fashioned fairy tale alongside urban fantasy and horror with a fae twist.
With an introduction by Sara Cleto and Brittany Warman, and all new stories from Sidney Blaylock Jr., Amanda Block, Kari Castor, Beth Cato, Liz Colter, Rhonda Eikamp, Lor Graham, Alexis A. Hunter, L.S. Johnson, Jon Arthur Kitson, Adria Laycraft, Lauren Liebowitz, Christine Morgan, Shannon Phillips, Sara Puls, Laura VanArendonk Baugh, and Kristina Wojtaszek.
Excerpt
From The Queen of Lakes by L.S. Johnson:
The moment the path
starts to dip, the world goes silent. The very wind ceases to blow; not a leaf
stirs, not an animal can be seen, not even an insect. There is only the rasp of
my breath, the blood thudding in my ears.
It is forty-two steps
from the silence to the far end of the curve. Forty-two steps where the only
sound in the world is myself.
Myself and the
each-uisge, I mean.
“Where did you go?” I
ask. For he is beside me, though I did not hear him approach. I never hear him.
“Here and there,” he
gurgles. His voice is low and wet, as if his mouth were full of jelly. “Across
great lakes and little rivers, so many lovely sights. Though not a one as
lovely as you, Rose.”
He teases my braid,
making it sticky and knotted, and I slap his hand away. Thanks to his fondling
I’ve been scolded by Mrs. Duggan more than once now, for looking slovenly. He
strokes the bare strip of my throat instead, smearing my skin as he hooks a
gluey finger beneath my scarf, trying to tug it away from my neck.
His fingers are so very
cold.
The first time he
touched me I was so frightened I nearly stopped walking, but I did not stop, I
have never stopped.
I do not know what will
happen if I stop.
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